A quill for a story
A quill for a song
A quill for a memory
A quill for Tom
A quill dipped in ink
Ink black thick and smooth
Blood is the same
Red and silk but not blue
Dip the quill in the ink
Cursive fingers move with grace
Pour the thoughts on to parchment
Memories linger eyes will trace
The words on yellow paper
Conjure visions to behold
What started with a quill
Stories, memories or songs are told
Ghost words of the imaginings 
Love those last three lines.
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Thank you
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things
are black
as ink
and deeper
than you think!
good one!
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